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Roman Payne

"I regained my soul through literature after those times I'd lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets."

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"I regained my soul through literature after those times I'd lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets."

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Amber Hurdle

"And it seemed at last that there were two musics progressing at one time before the seat of IlAovatar, and they were utterly at variance. The one was deep and wide ad beautiful, but slow and blended with an immeasurable sorrow from which its beauty chiefly came."

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Amber Hurdle

"The kind of poem I produced in those days was hardly anything more than a sign I made of being alive, of passing or having passed, or hoping to pass, through certain intense human emotions. It was a phenomenon of orientation rather than of art, thus comparable to stripes of paint on a roadside rock or to a pillared heap of stones marking a mountain trail. But then, in a sense, all poetry is positional: to try to express one's position in regard to the universe embraced by consciousness, is an immemorial urge. Tentacles, not wings, are Apollo's natural members. Vivian Bloodmark, a philosophical friend of mine, in later years, used to say that while the scientist sees everything that happens in one point of space, the poet feels everything that happens in one point of time."

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Amber Hurdle

"The discipline of creation, be it to paint, compose, write, is an effort towards wholeness."

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Amber Hurdle

"Let music ignite your vivid inner colors and bring you harmony inside and out."

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Amber Hurdle

"I have always noticed that in portraits of really great writers the mouth is always firmly closed."

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Amber Hurdle

"A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual."

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Amber Hurdle

"Rules and models destroy genius and art."

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"The effort of art is to keep what is interesting in existence, to recreate it in the eternal."

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"Never did the world make a queen of a girl who hides in houses and dreams without traveling."
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"It's not that we have to quit this life one day, but it's how many things we have to quit all at once: music, laughter, the physics of falling leaves, automobiles, holding hands, the scent of rain, the concept of subway trains... if only one could leave this life slowly!"
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"In the boundaryless forests, there're dancers of nude.Yet in the confines of pasture, there's promise of food.On which is your side?A", but tarry and bide,ere you decide,in both do confide."
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"There are times when a man should sleep entwined in the warm flesh of a woman, his flanks plummeting into the perfumed bedding while she lovingly rolls her sweet shoulders into his chest. Whereas, there are times to be stoic and solitary-sleeping alone on a wooden board with twill sheets and splinters that scratch the skin."
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"If you love my work, you are a good critic. If you do not love my work, you are a 'not good' critic."
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"Those things: Mystery, Fate, and Enchantment... they are things that young people offer us as soon as we get close to them. And if we're not careful, we can be seduced by, and drawn back into, the youthful world the young preside over."
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"Let these men sing out their songs,they've been walking all day long,all their fortune's spent and gone...silver dollar in the subway station;quarters for the papers for the jobs."
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"I fear it is my lot, to bide my days in hunchbacked thought, to find what I forgot."
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"Our eyes will know the heavens if our lips stay for each other."
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"Fueled by my inspiration, I ran across the room to steal the cup of coffee the bookshelf had taken prisoner. Lapping the black watery brew like a hyena, I tossed the empty cup aside. I then returned to the chair to continue my divine act of creation. Hot blood swished in my head as my mighty pen stole across the page."
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